Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 817: Wild Call (2)

When Rice stood beside Dill's headless body, it was already ten minutes later. He was so far away that it took him quite a bit of effort to turn around after hearing Dill's warning. In the eyes of ordinary people, ten minutes was roughly the time to smoke a cigarette. It could not be said to be long, nor could it be said to be short. But for someone like Rice, ten minutes was enough to complete a battle and determine the outcome.

The dimension of time always varies from person to person.

Seeing that Dill's head and body were separated, Les thought he would go berserk. However, he did not. Instead, he was strangely calm, as calm as a desolate wolf that had discovered its prey. In retrospect, the whole incident was a trap. From attacking and killing the sergeant to attracting the attention of Dawn and himself, to the man and woman deliberately diverting him away. Afterwards, Down and Maria were lured away by other people, which led to the death of Dill, who was left alone in the end.

This trap was aimed at Dill, and if you think about it further, you will find that this trap might have been laid a few days ago. During those three days, not only did the other party expend their physical strength, they also succeeded in provoking the flames in their hearts. That was why they were so easily tricked by the other party today.

"Bury him." 'Dill is a disgusting guy, but he's also a good adjutant,' Mr. Rice said. Losing him at this moment, Rice actually sighed. The human nature that he thought he had forgotten, actually raised his head slightly at this moment.

Then, on Dill's head, two eyes suddenly rolled out, "Please wait a moment …"

"My mother!" Donne, who was standing beside him, jumped up and said, "Isn't this still alive? This ghoul is a monster, isn't it?"

Dill rolled his eyes at Dawn. "Don't make a fuss. I feed on the human brain. It's normal for my brain to be stronger than normal people. But I can't last much longer now."

'"Sir, please be careful. The one who attacked me was that Hulma woman. She has grown a lot in just three days. I have already used myself to prove that there may be something in the target's hands that will allow the creature to evolve and grow in a short period of time. If that's the case, then the previous combat strength data can no longer be used as a reference …"

'"I've reached my limit," Dill said slowly, his eyes gradually turning blank. "I'm done with what I can do for you. Finally … thank you for bringing me out of the Coroner's Battalion and giving me a wonderful time in my life. Please … take care …"

Dill's eyes lost their focus, his lips slightly open, and his expression forever froze in this scene. Les sighed and squatted down to help him close his eyes. "Although you're a pervert, I admit that there's no better adjutant than you. I'll dig out the heart of the woman who killed you and put it on your tombstone to pay tribute to you, Lieutenant Dill."

He stood up and waved his hand. A few sergeants transported Dill's corpse to a mountain top, where they dug a pit and buried the corpse. Rice personally picked a neat rock and erected it in front of the pit to serve as a tombstone for Dill. On this tombstone, Rice used the finger knife on his iron glove to carve a line: 'Here lies a ghoul, addressed to my best adjutant, Dill.'

He then stood up and roared at the distant mountains and peaks!

"This array of ghost cries is really noisy." Hubble raised his head and knitted his brows. A few streaks of mud powder fell from the cave, causing the big man to brush it away in disgust.

In front of him, in the most spacious part of the cave, Laura was showing Talikova her stance of killing Dill. The Hulma girl was surprised as she continued to pinch Laura's beast-feathered arm and her long leopard tail. That was Laura's new ability after she became a follower, Wild Call. At first glance, like Hubble's Fallen Body, she possessed the ability to change her body's posture.

However, it was different from the Fallen Body.

The ability to summon wildness is to awaken and dominate Laura's ancestral genes. Simply put, this was somewhat similar to the path of an Origin Energy practitioner after reaching Level 30. They were all phenomena of returning to their ancestors. Under Laura's current wild posture, all of her body's values had been greatly increased. Whether it was strength, speed, or physical strength, they were all significantly higher than before.

This was slightly different from Belmond's focus on strength and Hubble's specialization in attack and defense. The first two followers were focused on their strengths, while Laura's development was all-round. Even if the overall strength assessment meant mediocrity, it was not without its merits. At the very least, a fully developed Laura could do more work, and there were more suitable battlefields for her than Belmore and the others.

Similar to the Black Devil Wings, Wild Summoning was an ability that could be upgraded. This was another difference from the Fallen Body.

As Laura's strength increased, the Wild Summon could be upgraded to the Ancestral Spirit Summon, as well as the final Ancient Summon. The abilities of different stages allowed Laura to display a higher level of posture. Even if the latter two gestures were to improve in an all-round way, the amplification would definitely not be underestimated.

Alan shook his head and said, "Laura, let go of your wild summons. Maintaining this posture for a long time is also a drain on your physical strength."

Laura mumbled, closed her eyes, and took a few breaths. The hair on her body began to fall off, and the beast marks on her face changed from deep to shallow, from shallow to faint, and finally disappeared. Even the leopard tail behind his buttocks kept retracting. When Laura opened her eyes again, her beast pupils returned to normal. As a result, the beast aura on her body gradually disappeared without a trace. This magical change caused Talikova, who was beside her, to exclaim endlessly.

The girl even looked at Ellen with ill intentions. The latter understood what she was seeing and hurriedly waved her hand. "No, you definitely don't want me to use the same method as Laura on you."

Talikova was obviously thinking the wrong way, and her already pale red face suddenly flushed red. She looked at Alan, then at Laura, and then snorted, but did not dwell on the matter. Ellen shook his head and laughed. He didn't want to explain. Anyway, he couldn't let the girl know about the transformation of the followers. He could just let her misunderstand him and break her mind so that she didn't want to call out wildly.

Moreover, what kind of ability would emerge after the transformation of the follower was beyond Allen's control. Even if Laura and Talikova were of the same race, it was completely unpredictable what kind of ability the latter would produce if the former had a wild summon.

He clapped his hands, attracting the attention of everyone in the cave, and said, "Alright, now we've killed the other party's sniper." Then, the next step was a war of attrition. We have to wear away the other party's other powers, including their supplies, personnel, and so on. In the end, it was the safest tactic to find the two leaders among them for a decisive battle. "But I'm curious, who are they?"

"It doesn't look like they're from the Goliath or Maine clans. They have a clear division of labor and they're more like an army that takes off the logo." "I know who they are!" Ellen suddenly said.

Amongst the four of them, Laura and Taricova were completely unaware of what had happened to Alan. Hubble was a careless man, and only Belmond could grasp Allen's intentions. He nodded and said, "Insider?"

'"That's right. It must have been the incident of breaking the Federation's inner ghost on Frost Planet. Now that the killers have arrived, then …" Allen smiled bitterly. "Lieutenant Colonel Ned is probably in danger."

He didn't know that not only was Ned in danger, he had also been killed by Rice.

"Is Maine related to them?" Belmond frowned.

"I don't think so. Maine only attacked me for his own purposes and ideas. If he was related to this group of federal mole, he shouldn't have appeared at a time when Toure was at a disadvantage. He can use the elites of the Alexandrian Clan to drag these assassins behind us. If they come forward, then Maine won't need to be exposed. "I'm sure Uncle Roddy has paid for what he did to the Alexandrian family, and this process will last for a long time," Allen said firmly. "If Maine still had the hidden card of the mole, he could have played it at that time."

"In other words, those people are from the other side. What a headache. I only now know that it's not a pleasant thing to be noticed by too many people." Belmond shook his head.

'Now that we've killed their snipers, it's good for our next move,' Mr. Allen said confidently. 'At the very least, we don't have to worry about threats from afar. If we go any further, we'll be in the wilderness. Once we get into the wilderness, our goal will be too obvious. So my plan is to play sports against each other in the mountains.'

"Mobile warfare?" Belmond nodded. "Indeed, given the terrain here, we can avoid the opponent's high-level warriors and attack their low-level warriors."

"That's right. After polishing their claws, attack their leader. That guy who injured you is not simple. I think he has the strength of a general at least." "A general, a colonel, and a dozen or so lieutenants or non-commissioned officers," Allen said. "If this combination works well, it's very likely that they'll eat us to death. Fortunately, they don't seem to have a tacit understanding, and these people are full of blood energy. They should be murderous."

"I know very well that these guys have no patience. Those who don't have patience tend to expose fatal flaws." Allen began to draw some simple lines on the ground, and soon they found that these lines constituted a brief map of the mountains they were in. Surprisingly, Alan actually remembered such a complicated terrain. Every important mountain range, every dangerous canyon, they seemed to be engraved in Alan's mind. At this moment, they were only reproduced through his fingers.

Allen drew a line on the map, which would be the track of their movements. At the same time, Allen intended to polish off Rice's claws on this track. Just as Alan was explaining the details of the entire plan, a deep voice suddenly sounded from outside the cave.

That was the sound of an airship engine!